Chapter 1
“Well actually Gigi has an engagement so it would just be,” he paused and I could see this sort of vulnerability in his eyes that nearly broke my heart. “You and me.” I couldn’t help continuing to stare into his eyes. They were beautiful. How had I never noticed his beautiful, soft eyes before? I guess I was seeing a lot of new things in Darcy these days.
“Oh.” I simply responded, unsure of how I felt about this.
“If you have another engagement, of course I understand,” he stuttered, knowing perfectly well that I was free given the fact I had just agreed to it a moment ago before I knew Gigi wouldn’t be there. What was I thinking! Of course I wanted to go!
“No of course not! I would love to go.” I said enthusiastically. “Sorry, you just took me by surprise that’s all. “When should we meet?”
“I could pick you up around 6 and we could get dinner before,” He suddenly paused, his smile dropping ever so slightly. “Unless you’d rather just go to the theater.”
“No! Dinner sounds great!” I said truthfully.
“Great! I will see you then!”
Hours later I was sitting in my room, every dress I owned laying around me on the floor. “It’s official. I have nothing to wear.” I sighed, reaching for my phone and dialing the first number I thought of.
“Hello?”
“Gigi? I need help.”
“Oh really? I hear you have some plans tonight, might that have something to do with your conundrum?” I could practically hear her smile through the phone.
“I have nothing to wear.”
“Say no more. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” She hung up and true to form she was at the door in ten minutes flat.
“Hey Gigi! Thank you so much for coming over! He’s going to be here in half an hour and he’s never late. I haven’t got my hair done or my make up on or anything!” She threw a flatiron towards me and opened her purse.
“Don’t worry. Fitz and I have been waiting for this day for weeks and I have you all planned out.” I choked on my iced tea.
“I’m sorry? You have me planned out?”
“Uhh, yeah! I bought you a dress weeks ago!” Gigi said with a confident roll of her eyes.
“You bought me a dress to wear?”
“Of course! And I went through all your videos and twitter and Facebook pictures to see how your hair looked best and I’ve come up with an answer.”
“Oh boy. Gigi, I just wanted your opinion on which dress I should wear.”
“Well it’s a bit too late. I have an idea in my head and I’m not about to stop short. My brother is going to be speechless. I introduce to you, the perfect, little black dress.” I tried not to gasp. Holy shit. It was GORGEOUS. And a little bit slutty, this was the kind of dress that got a girl some action. I hoped to God that Fitz had picked this out because Gigi wanting her brother to get lucky was a little too weird a concept for me to think about.
“Fitz’s sister works in fashion. She sent the dress but I picked out the heels!!”
“Oh my God, Gigi, these are real Louboutins!”
“Yes and I want them back.” She said as she began to unbutton my shirt. “Thank God we’re the same size!” I nodded as she started throwing undergarments at me. There was black lace everywhere. But I acquiesced with a sigh because I didn’t have the kind of underwear you put under a dress like this. As I worked on my makeup Gigi was hurrying through my hair. “Pulled to the side as always but I’m adding a little curl to the bottom. This a special occasion after all.” Five minutes before 6 I was looking in a mirror with my eyes wide and my mouth gaping open.
“Holy shit.”
“You look amazing!” She squealed. “Okay remember. I’m staying over at Fitz’s tonight so don’t worry about waking me up or disturbing me if you end up at our place tonight.”
“Gigi, did you just invite me to sleep over with your brother?” I asked, the awkwardness back.
“What? I can’t want you two to be together forever? And I don’t want to talk about what happens, I am just providing some information to you so you can make an informed decision when the night comes to an end.” I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t going to sleep over. This was the first date! I wasn’t the kind of girl who gave it out on the first date. And Darcy definitely wasn’t the kind of guy who asked a girl to give it out on the first date. So it wasn’t even an issue. But now thanks to Gigi I was starting to picture it! Ugh! I needed some water. I rushed off to the kitchen and took a long sip of water before Gigi rushed in after me. “He just parked! Quick, lipstick, perfume, here is your clutch.” I hurried through reapplication and grabbed the clutch taking a deep breath. My heart was racing and I felt butterflies pounding around my stomach. “Your pretty new smartphone doesn’t fit in the clutch but it’s perfect so just leave it here. If something happens I’ll call William.” I nodded, grinning.
“Gigi, thank you.” I said emphatically. She nodded happily as my doorbell rang.
“Go! I’ll hide and leave as soon as you two are out of sight.” She said as I plugged my pretty new phone into the wall and hurried towards the door. I glanced to make sure she was completely out of site and opened the door.
“William.” I smiled warmly. He was smiling. Until he looked at me. And then he went completely slack jawed. His eyes were glowing warmly. My skin tingled pleasantly as I realized he liked what he saw.
“Lizzie, you look,” he trailed off and I had to bite my lip to keep from grinning to hard. After what felt like several wonderful minutes he finished his sentence, his voice coming out in a murmur. “Incredible.”
“Oh.” I simply responded, unsure of how I felt about this.
“If you have another engagement, of course I understand,” he stuttered, knowing perfectly well that I was free given the fact I had just agreed to it a moment ago before I knew Gigi wouldn’t be there. What was I thinking! Of course I wanted to go!
“No of course not! I would love to go.” I said enthusiastically. “Sorry, you just took me by surprise that’s all. “When should we meet?”
“I could pick you up around 6 and we could get dinner before,” He suddenly paused, his smile dropping ever so slightly. “Unless you’d rather just go to the theater.”
“No! Dinner sounds great!” I said truthfully.
“Great! I will see you then!”
Hours later I was sitting in my room, every dress I owned laying around me on the floor. “It’s official. I have nothing to wear.” I sighed, reaching for my phone and dialing the first number I thought of.
“Hello?”
“Gigi? I need help.”
“Oh really? I hear you have some plans tonight, might that have something to do with your conundrum?” I could practically hear her smile through the phone.
“I have nothing to wear.”
“Say no more. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” She hung up and true to form she was at the door in ten minutes flat.
“Hey Gigi! Thank you so much for coming over! He’s going to be here in half an hour and he’s never late. I haven’t got my hair done or my make up on or anything!” She threw a flatiron towards me and opened her purse.
“Don’t worry. Fitz and I have been waiting for this day for weeks and I have you all planned out.” I choked on my iced tea.
“I’m sorry? You have me planned out?”
“Uhh, yeah! I bought you a dress weeks ago!” Gigi said with a confident roll of her eyes.
“You bought me a dress to wear?”
“Of course! And I went through all your videos and twitter and Facebook pictures to see how your hair looked best and I’ve come up with an answer.”
“Oh boy. Gigi, I just wanted your opinion on which dress I should wear.”
“Well it’s a bit too late. I have an idea in my head and I’m not about to stop short. My brother is going to be speechless. I introduce to you, the perfect, little black dress.” I tried not to gasp. Holy shit. It was GORGEOUS. And a little bit slutty, this was the kind of dress that got a girl some action. I hoped to God that Fitz had picked this out because Gigi wanting her brother to get lucky was a little too weird a concept for me to think about.
“Fitz’s sister works in fashion. She sent the dress but I picked out the heels!!”
“Oh my God, Gigi, these are real Louboutins!”
“Yes and I want them back.” She said as she began to unbutton my shirt. “Thank God we’re the same size!” I nodded as she started throwing undergarments at me. There was black lace everywhere. But I acquiesced with a sigh because I didn’t have the kind of underwear you put under a dress like this. As I worked on my makeup Gigi was hurrying through my hair. “Pulled to the side as always but I’m adding a little curl to the bottom. This a special occasion after all.” Five minutes before 6 I was looking in a mirror with my eyes wide and my mouth gaping open.
“Holy shit.”
“You look amazing!” She squealed. “Okay remember. I’m staying over at Fitz’s tonight so don’t worry about waking me up or disturbing me if you end up at our place tonight.”
“Gigi, did you just invite me to sleep over with your brother?” I asked, the awkwardness back.
“What? I can’t want you two to be together forever? And I don’t want to talk about what happens, I am just providing some information to you so you can make an informed decision when the night comes to an end.” I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t going to sleep over. This was the first date! I wasn’t the kind of girl who gave it out on the first date. And Darcy definitely wasn’t the kind of guy who asked a girl to give it out on the first date. So it wasn’t even an issue. But now thanks to Gigi I was starting to picture it! Ugh! I needed some water. I rushed off to the kitchen and took a long sip of water before Gigi rushed in after me. “He just parked! Quick, lipstick, perfume, here is your clutch.” I hurried through reapplication and grabbed the clutch taking a deep breath. My heart was racing and I felt butterflies pounding around my stomach. “Your pretty new smartphone doesn’t fit in the clutch but it’s perfect so just leave it here. If something happens I’ll call William.” I nodded, grinning.
“Gigi, thank you.” I said emphatically. She nodded happily as my doorbell rang.
“Go! I’ll hide and leave as soon as you two are out of sight.” She said as I plugged my pretty new phone into the wall and hurried towards the door. I glanced to make sure she was completely out of site and opened the door.
“William.” I smiled warmly. He was smiling. Until he looked at me. And then he went completely slack jawed. His eyes were glowing warmly. My skin tingled pleasantly as I realized he liked what he saw.
“Lizzie, you look,” he trailed off and I had to bite my lip to keep from grinning to hard. After what felt like several wonderful minutes he finished his sentence, his voice coming out in a murmur. “Incredible.”
Author's Note: I have a specific dress in mind for Lizzie to wear in this. See my Pictures page to get a look at it!
Chapter 2: Shakespeare in the Dark
I
fully intended to grab the bill. Sure this restaurant was incredibly expensive
and it would require me to eat nothing but ramen for months but I didn't want
him to just pay for everything. Particularly if this was going to develop into
a real relationship. And I really wanted this to be a real relationship.
However William-Sneaky-Darcy had a tab set up here so I didn't
even have the chance to wrestle the check from him. Of course he did. He
thought of everything. The food had been delicious. I fully intended to not eat
a lot of food, this dress was as unforgiving as the hills out here in San
Francisco, but it looked (and smelled) too good to not just go for it. I was
glad I had. That food had been orgasmic. The theater was only a couple blocks
away so we had walked over. Darcy had shyly taken my hand as we walked and a
shock had run straight up my arm when our fingers touched. I was glad it was
dark or my blush would be incredibly apparent.
Darcy was making my heart flutter and I couldn't imagine being anywhere but here on this date with him. He really did have a private box and we were all alone, not 20 feet from the stage, looking over everyone else directly onto the stage. We made easy small talk as we waited for the show to start. There was no fake texting in a corner to avoid socializing tonight (and not just because I left my phone at home). Darcy hadn't let go of my hand and chills ran rampant through my hand and into my forearm as his thumb stroke my palm.
The lights went down and the show began. It was brilliant. I assumed. I was a bit distracted by Darcy. He was sitting so close to me and he smelled so good! Or fingers entwined and our legs were pressed against each other. Sometime in the middle of Act Two, Darcy and I were looking into each other’s eyes (effectively ignoring the play) and my heart beat in my throat as Darcy leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. His lips were soft and sweet. Tingles shot through my entire body and something in the pit of my stomach roared in approval. This was possibly the best first kiss of all time. First kisses are never good. They are always awkward and odd attempts at figuring out what this new person likes in a kiss but this was pure bliss. His lips were firm but soft and on hand was still entwined in my own as his other hand held the back of my neck, pulling me forward. My heart pounded loudly and I was sure he could hear it. The kiss continued as I gripped one suspender and pulled him close. I wanted more. I wanted more of him. I had never been the kind of girl who just gave it away on the first date! I made George Wickham wait for weeks before I got any further than kissing and even then I didn't go all the way with him! (And looking back at what he did to Gigi I can't help but say how glad I am about that!) But Darcy, I was falling for him. And the chemistry between us was unarguably the kind of thing you read about in Regency novels. Luckily, I wasn't a nineteenth century girl. I was allowed to kiss him and take him home and lie to Gigi and Fitz about it tomorrow. And that was exactly what I wanted to do.
Darcy moved to kiss my neck, taking full advantage of our private box and the dark that enveloped us.
"When does this show end?" I murmured in his ear.
"There are two more acts." he admitted
“Are you kidding me?” I whisper-groaned. I could not wait that long.
“Lizzie Bennet you should know that I have never said this before nor did I ever plan on saying this,” He paused and smiled at me, his eyes flashing with mischief. “Do you want to get out of here?” It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud as I hurriedly grabbed my tiny purse and nodded emphatically.
“Oh God yes.” I murmured as Darcy took my hand and led me rather quickly out the door. We giggled liked school children as we rushed down the steps of the theatre and made our way to the street. Darcy hailed a cab and I couldn't be bothered to be embarrassed by how I was hanging all over Darcy. We had enough wine at dinner that we were pleasantly tipsy but we weren't drunk. And yet here we were acting like two drunks hanging on each other and kissing in the street as we waited for a cab to come around. As we hoped in Darcy gave his address without a second thought and turned back to look at me. His right hand reached forward and cupped my face. I leaned into his touch ever so slightly as his thumb caressed my cheek.
“Lizzie.” His voice whispered my name as he leaned in for yet another kiss. It was soft at first, quiet but firm. The kiss continued on sweetly for a few bliss filled minutes before I pressed forward and deepened it. His tongue ran along my lip and I let him in eagerly. We explore each other’s mouths, too busy, too happy to care that the foreign cab driver was certainly watching out of the corner of his eye and forming certain judgments about us. If he knew who Darcy was, and a lot of people here in San Francisco knew who Darcy was, I was most likely being portrayed as the slutty gold digger but suddenly Darcy’s tongue was pressed against mine and I couldn't be bothered to spare anyone else a second thought. The cab pulled up to the Darcy micro-mansion and Darcy threw what I can only assume was a generously tipped fare over the seat as he pulled me from the cab and we kissed our way to the front door. This was it. I was pressed against Darcy and my heart was pounding in my chest, flutters and sparks shooting through my body. I was hot and cold all at the same time. I was happy. I was blissfully and completely happy. And I hadn't felt like this in a long time.
Darcy was making my heart flutter and I couldn't imagine being anywhere but here on this date with him. He really did have a private box and we were all alone, not 20 feet from the stage, looking over everyone else directly onto the stage. We made easy small talk as we waited for the show to start. There was no fake texting in a corner to avoid socializing tonight (and not just because I left my phone at home). Darcy hadn't let go of my hand and chills ran rampant through my hand and into my forearm as his thumb stroke my palm.
The lights went down and the show began. It was brilliant. I assumed. I was a bit distracted by Darcy. He was sitting so close to me and he smelled so good! Or fingers entwined and our legs were pressed against each other. Sometime in the middle of Act Two, Darcy and I were looking into each other’s eyes (effectively ignoring the play) and my heart beat in my throat as Darcy leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. His lips were soft and sweet. Tingles shot through my entire body and something in the pit of my stomach roared in approval. This was possibly the best first kiss of all time. First kisses are never good. They are always awkward and odd attempts at figuring out what this new person likes in a kiss but this was pure bliss. His lips were firm but soft and on hand was still entwined in my own as his other hand held the back of my neck, pulling me forward. My heart pounded loudly and I was sure he could hear it. The kiss continued as I gripped one suspender and pulled him close. I wanted more. I wanted more of him. I had never been the kind of girl who just gave it away on the first date! I made George Wickham wait for weeks before I got any further than kissing and even then I didn't go all the way with him! (And looking back at what he did to Gigi I can't help but say how glad I am about that!) But Darcy, I was falling for him. And the chemistry between us was unarguably the kind of thing you read about in Regency novels. Luckily, I wasn't a nineteenth century girl. I was allowed to kiss him and take him home and lie to Gigi and Fitz about it tomorrow. And that was exactly what I wanted to do.
Darcy moved to kiss my neck, taking full advantage of our private box and the dark that enveloped us.
"When does this show end?" I murmured in his ear.
"There are two more acts." he admitted
“Are you kidding me?” I whisper-groaned. I could not wait that long.
“Lizzie Bennet you should know that I have never said this before nor did I ever plan on saying this,” He paused and smiled at me, his eyes flashing with mischief. “Do you want to get out of here?” It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud as I hurriedly grabbed my tiny purse and nodded emphatically.
“Oh God yes.” I murmured as Darcy took my hand and led me rather quickly out the door. We giggled liked school children as we rushed down the steps of the theatre and made our way to the street. Darcy hailed a cab and I couldn't be bothered to be embarrassed by how I was hanging all over Darcy. We had enough wine at dinner that we were pleasantly tipsy but we weren't drunk. And yet here we were acting like two drunks hanging on each other and kissing in the street as we waited for a cab to come around. As we hoped in Darcy gave his address without a second thought and turned back to look at me. His right hand reached forward and cupped my face. I leaned into his touch ever so slightly as his thumb caressed my cheek.
“Lizzie.” His voice whispered my name as he leaned in for yet another kiss. It was soft at first, quiet but firm. The kiss continued on sweetly for a few bliss filled minutes before I pressed forward and deepened it. His tongue ran along my lip and I let him in eagerly. We explore each other’s mouths, too busy, too happy to care that the foreign cab driver was certainly watching out of the corner of his eye and forming certain judgments about us. If he knew who Darcy was, and a lot of people here in San Francisco knew who Darcy was, I was most likely being portrayed as the slutty gold digger but suddenly Darcy’s tongue was pressed against mine and I couldn't be bothered to spare anyone else a second thought. The cab pulled up to the Darcy micro-mansion and Darcy threw what I can only assume was a generously tipped fare over the seat as he pulled me from the cab and we kissed our way to the front door. This was it. I was pressed against Darcy and my heart was pounding in my chest, flutters and sparks shooting through my body. I was hot and cold all at the same time. I was happy. I was blissfully and completely happy. And I hadn't felt like this in a long time.
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